WALKING IN THE KING'S HIGHWAY

by Alice Belle Garrigus

CHAPTER 16. DEPARTURE AND ARRIVAL

October, 1910, was closing, when one night in the little
Chapel at Rumney, God gave His witness that the hour of my depar-
ture was at hand. The service had closed and I was sitting along
on the edge of the platform when a brother much used in signs, came
and stood by me. He then began to hum softly in a sad tone the
tune. "Home, sweet Home." Then, striking his hands together three
times as though breaking ties, he ran quickly down the aisle and
out into the dark. Returning soon, he took his stand in the aisle,
feet firmly braced, arm outstretched as though holding a sword, and
countenance set as if ready to withstand the foe. This scene has
come before me many times, encouraging me to stand with the sword
of the Spirit, which is the Word of God, amid opposition.

November, 1910, came and with it the breaking of many tender
ties, but God so wonderfully sustained it was done without a tear.
Then, the little party of three,şby no means young, as Bro. Fowler
was seventy two and I, the youngest, fifty-two, set our faces
towards Newfoundland.

Just before leaving, a friend came into my room and said: "O,
auntie where are you going?" Like a flash, there came through my
lips: "I am going to take a walk with God!" Nearly thirty one
years have passed since that day and we are still walking together,
"my Lord and I."

Wishing to save as much as possible, that we might have more
for the Lord's work, we decided to come second class, though
strongly advised not to do so. Here we saw the Good hand of God on
us as He caused us to have first class accommodations nearly all
the way. Entering a second class car at Port Au Basque, we took
our seats, the only occupants. A brakeman came in and seeing us
said: "This is no place for you, come with me, "taking us to a
first class car. We thought the conductor might have something to
say, but he did not. We were, grateful to have springs instead of
slats under us on the long journey.

We arrived in St. John's December 1st, in a rain storm; in
fact, we were told it had rained for about a month. It looked as
though it may have done. Sr. Fowler and I remained in the station,
while Bro. Fowler went to look for a boarding house. When he
returned, he took us to the Osbourne House opposite the Post
Office. Before removing my wraps I dropped on my knees by my bed,
thanking God for His care and saying: "Lord, You said "Newfound-
land" and here I am." the heavens opened upon me, giving a witness
God was well pleased.